I spoke about anxiety on the blog (Â here! ) a while back and proclaimed myself to be âSickboyâ â I joked that my superhero name needed a little work. I went back to the drawing board and Iâm proud to introduce you to âWeetabix boyâ
Iâm nailing these superhero names, right?
First and foremost, some of you might be wondering âwhat the hell is Weetabix?â which is a fair question I suppose. Weetabix is one of the leading cereals in the UK and is exported to over 80 countries worldwide. Itâs a healthy and popular breakfast option for both children and adults alike and something Iâm personally a big fan of.
I say Iâm fond of Weetabix but that might be underselling it a little. Iâve eaten two Weetabix a day for pretty much most of my life, including today of course.
Letâs crunch the numbers. 30 years (give or take) x 365.25 days a year x 2 Weetabix a day = roughly 21,915 Weetabix in my lifetime. Although for clarity, the number eaten definitely wonât be an odd number! Youâre not eating odd-numbered Weetabix in the Reid household you savages! Just thinking about it is a cause of nightmares!
For accuracy I want to acknowledge there have had to be exceptions (usually holidays) where I havenât had Weetabix every day, so Iâm going to round down to a nice even 20,000 Weetabix consumed. However I wouldnât be surprised if it is actually much higher than that (I havenât been counting).
I promise this post isnât sponsored by Weetabix but the point is that itâs a fitting Superhero name â I am Weetabix boy and if they were ever looking for a brand ambassador then I am that guy!
Whilst âWeetabix Boyâ probably wonât be making an appearance in Hollywood any time soon, it is a little reflective of myself.
You get the Weetabix story because it perfectly highlights how predictable I am. I thrive off of familiarity, I like routine, I find comfort in the safer choice. Throw in an introverted personality plus some autistic traits (Iâve never been diagnosed and this is no self-diagnosis) and it can be a little surprising that Iâve traveled so much.
To take a commonly used phrase in football â âon paperâ Iâm not well suited to traveling.
âSorry, Iâm not staying here. Your buffet breakfast doesnât even have Weetabixâ
âSo try something else Sirâ
âAre you crazy?â
In a literal sense, yes you can travel and live life exactly the same way you do at home. Particularly as a Westerner, youâll find Western food, brands and so on all over the world so if you want to travel that way so be it but is it really traveling?
I canât erase the image from my head that my first impression of Bonn (Germany) was seeing a big yellow M. Of all the architecture and sights that could have caught my eye â bam! McDonalds, very German! I hate that itâs the first thing I associate with Bonn (rather than some âfamousâ bloke called Beethoven for instance).
Realistically that isnât travel. Youâve got to dip your toes in to the culture, try new foods, meet new people and enjoy new experiences if you really want to get the best from traveling. Iâm not saying you canât indulge in some home comforts whilst youâre away but you donât want to spend your entire trip doing so.
Itâs easier said than done though isnât it? My parents often had to admit defeat to a fussy child (why Natasha?). I vividly remember being at Universal Studios one year and my parents were contemplating nearby food options to appease the fussy one. Maybe it was the adrenaline still running high from all of the rollercoasters but we ended up at the Hard Rock CafĂ© and not wanting to cause too much fuss I âstepped upâ. I was âsuper-adventurousâ and had my first ever.. *drumrollâ .. burger! Wow! Sadly this was in an era before photographing your food was a trend so youâll have to believe me â wild child, right? Whatever next?
Iâm a creature of habit and those habits werenât just limited to what I ate. In order to make the most of seeing the world Iâve had to adapt and challenge my thought process a little. My parents often used to pack Weetabix when we were going on trips, it was a controllable measure and ensured theyâd get one fuss-free meal a day out of the way. Itâs something I appreciated them doing for me but itâs not how I want to live and travel for the rest of my life.
So hereâs a few villains âWeetabix boyâ has had to battle in my quest for world-travel-status.
The Arch Nemesis â the small talker!
If youâve ever met me in person youâll know Iâm not a talker, perhaps hard to believe with the rambling I do online but Iâm a quiet-natured person. I was often described as a shy kid, I 100% was but as Iâve gotten older my confidence has started to build and Iâve strayed from describing myself as shy.
Iâm still quiet but thereâs a difference. If I can add to a conversation I will do but Iâm just as happy listening or sat in silence. The problem with adding to a conversation is Iâve never had good conversational skills and small talk is my arch enemy.
Weâve never got along but itâs the starting point to any conversation isn’t it? Admittedly Iâve got better at understanding what constitutes good small talk and what constitutes bad small talk, plus all of the rules that come with it, but I donât actually understand the logic behind it.
For instance, itâs a social pleasantry to ask how someone is but of course I canât actually tell you how I am.. âHeartbroken..â
Whoa, whoa, whoa Jason â read the script mate.
âOh shit, my bad. Iâm fine. How are you?â
âFine” (depressed)
I must have been sick the day they were handing out rulebooks to my peers because Iâve never understood the need for forced conversation opposed to silence.
You: âBeautiful day out there..â
Me: âIt is. Did you see that red car drive by?
You âerm..no.. thatâs erm.. really interesting Jason..â (what a nutjob!)
My bad, I thought we were making pointless observations from outside. I can see itâs sunny. The person responsible for creating windows only did so with the intention of avoiding these daily exchanges, true story (probably not at all true).
Iâve got better at it but the problem is once you start analysing what constitutes good small talk opposed to bad you can then do the same for any conversation. Is this interesting to you or are you just being polite? FYI, if you have a spare copy of the script (small talk 101) itâd be much appreciated.
To an extent “Weetabix Boy” can get by in daily life. You form relationships and familiarities with people but meeting new people? Back to the small talk because you have to do that before you establish the connection with someone and the interesting conversations.
âOn a scale of 1-10 how much do you love Weetabix?â.
âErm.. a 5? Sorry, excuse me. Iâve just got to run to the toilet but Iâll 100% be back for this super-interesting conversationâ
Traveling solo has definitely forced me out of my comfort zone. Iâve met people from all over the world of various different backgrounds and subsequently improved my conversational skills further. It might only be sharing a love of travel with the person youâre sharing a hostel with or getting caught talking to a local and discovering their love of the place they live in but travel has helped âWeetabix boyâ grow his confidence and become a conversational wizard (alright, stretching it a bit far).
The last minute folk!
âWeetabix boy, pub tonight?â
Let me check my diary, oh no!! I have absolutely nothing planned and I canât get out of it. Letâs reschedule?
This is very much the introvert within me but last minute plans are the bane of my existence.
âWhy didnât you ask me yesterday?â
âWell, I only decided to go out like 10 minutes agoâ
âYou monster!â
I still struggle with this. I like social situations, I like going out and doing things but if Iâve mentally prepared myself for an evening of no plans, all of my instincts are to stick to that plan. Iâm trying to challenge myself more because in my brain I know once Iâm out, more often than not, Iâll have a good time but I have to push myself out.
My instant reaction to last minute plans will almost always be âno!â and trying to re-configure your brain to say âYESâ isnât something that just happens overnight. In some scenarios it is justifiable saying no in which case I donât feel guilty for it, sometimes you donât have the finances for plans for instance but itâs trying to rewire your brain in the instances where you have no excuse.
âComing out tonight?â
âSorry, Weetabix to eatâ
âYeah Jason, thatâs not a valid excuse. Iâll pick you up in 10â
Traveling often puts you in a scenario where last minute things come up. Two Spanish guys invite you out to a bar playing Fado music? GO!
Pub crawl in Bratislava? Bring it on!
Bike tour in Berlin? âJA! (to be honest it was a maybe at best but peer pressure helped).
Roadtrip to Oklahoma? Iâm ready!
Travel has forced âWeetabix Boyâ to say Yes, Ja, Si and soforth with more regularity.
The Hostel Snorer!
Iâm an introvert and I think one of the misconceptions is that we arenât sociable people and like to hide away in a dark room away from people for eternity. Donât get me wrong, Iâve done the lonesome teenager lifestyle (and excelled at it) but I like to think Iâm always game for a social occasion.
At the end of it all though I need to wind down. Social situations are exhausting, traveling is also exhausting. Often Iâll re-energise by winding down at the end of a day and indulging in a little âme timeâ. I need that bit of personal space which is fine in your every day life but itâs not so easy when traveling.
Sometimes youâre traveling as part of a group and youâll find yourself in close confinement 24/7 for the entirety of your trip â no escape! Alternatively Iâll travel solo and often find my âwinding downâ time period isnât a solo experience. I want to relax and youâre bloody snoring on the bunk below!
Iâve been forced to adapt, you canât stick to your usual rituals and youâve just got to go with the flow. You canât start your day with Weetabix as you do at home and similarly you canât walk around a hostel dorm naked in the same way you might in a hotel. I still need that wind-down or personal space but Iâve had to reinvigorate the ways I do so when I travel.
The chef
I touched on this already but I was a fussy child. Leaving a 1 star hotel review because Weetabix was not on the breakfast buffet is not okay! Before any of you get the wrong idea, I swear Iâve never done this! Iâm not THAT bad!
Iâm nowhere near as fussy as I was when I was a child. I eat a lot better and with a lot more variety now and I donât want to be eating at all of the same places I do at home. Nevertheless I get trapped in this little food bubble of wanting to be adventurous and simultaneously ordering the same thing every single time. âWhat do you mean youâve changed your menu? Why would you do that?â â a true disaster!
There are a lot more foods that I eat now compared to when I was a child but the temptation to order something I know Iâll eat opposed to something I may / may not enjoy when traveling is a difficult one to overcome. I went to Lille on a daytrip to Lille recently and committed to trying a local delicacy â the potjevleesch â thereâs no way Iâd have done something like that five years ago. Canât I just have pizza instead? Thatâs exotic foreign food, right?
In the last 12 months Iâve tried a range of different foods for the first time, from churros to sushi to corndogs and it still blows my mind a little bit. Whilst Weetabix should definitely be on any reputable breakfast menu Iâve learned to adapt a little when traveling. Sometimes youâve just got to get the pancakes and youâll appreciate that Weetabix a little bit more when youâre home again.
The chameleon!
I mentioned âWeetabix Boyâ has encountered a few “villains” and whilst these have mostly been travel-related I thought Iâd end on a fun little anomaly because there were occasions even at home where Iâd have something different for breakfast. These instances were few and far between, I was still a fussy child and why would you really want anything other than Weetabix, right?
âSo youâd have something else? Intriguing Jason, do tell!â Rice Krispies? Crunchie Nut? Corn Flakes? Sugar Puffs? Cheerios? No. Iâve never, to my recollection, even tried any of these but one cereal brand that occasionally questioned my loyalty was âReady Brekâ, a porridge like cereal. It wasnât something I ate often, I was more than happy eating Weetabix daily but it was an occasional treat and change from the norm.
I recently discovered who actually own the Ready Brek brand and couldnât help but chuckle, remarkably Ready Brek are owned by none other than Weetabix Limited. So rather ironically, even when surrendering to other temptations, Weetabix Boyâs loyalty was never in doubt!
I hope you enjoyed an insight in to my crazy little world. What are your breakfast favourites? Can you match my Weetabix consumption levels? Let me know!
All the best!
Jason aka Weetabix Boy
P.S â no need to actually start calling me this!